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Since DV was hacked I haven't been able to post my dreams in my dream journal and whatnot. I haven't been able to remember too many, but I will post all of them to date.

February 22

Dream Non-lucid

Nothing much to this dream, although it was super long. It was about me playing Halo with the Creatures in forge mode. We were creating a base for our clan to hang out. When we were done with the building, we hung out in there(lol). It felt super long though, felt like it was about an hour long.

Dream Non-lucid

Also a long dream with nothing much to it. I was in my grandmother's blue car with her in it, my grandfather, and my dad. We were all going to Wal-Mart. When we were there, I just lingered around with them, thinking about random crap- but here is where it gets semi-interesting. I had a False Awakening*. I entered it in my Math class, and a guy with a brown clipboard was talking to my teacher. "It seems that whenever a male says "It" in his dreams, well, they say it normally. But when a female says "It" in his dreams, she says it like "Itiss"," The guy with the clipboard said. I immediately said, "I think you have it wrong, I don't remember anything like that and I can remember my dream perfectly." The guy ignored me, and I finally woke up when my friend behind me started saying it as well.

February 23

Dream Fragment Non-lucid

I was running through the forest to get to a blue store in the distance. My whole school was going there because something big was about to happen. I would have gone with the rest of the school, but I was walking through a forest and it was closer just to keep on going.

Dream Non-lucid

(Just a side note, this dream is a little bit messed up, and crazy. You have been warned.)
I was in my first period class, but everyone in there was sitting in the wrong desk. I was on the far left of the classroom. I was bored, so I started observing my hand. I saw small white bumps on them, and my first thought was to touch them. So I did. To my surprise, they weren't actually bumps. They were tiny spikes instead. I continued feeling them, until finally, I wanted them gone. I knew that one of my calluses on my hands would make them go away if I scratched it. So I did, and the way they were removed amazed me. They literally dissolved into my hand. I wanted to see this again, so I scratched the callus again, and watched them reappear. I made the spikes dissolve again, and again, until I was bored of it. I scratched my callus to make the spikes go into my hands, and then a piece of my skin, at the bottom of my writs where the vein is, fell off. I looked at my flesh, and instead of the normal color, it was a dark purple. I wasn't alarmed by this, and I didn't feel any pain. I wanted this skin gone, but yet I didn't want to peel the skin off myself, so I raised my arm and let the air from the AC take the skin of itself. I forgot about it after that, and looked out at the window. When I looked at my arm once again though, it was covered in ruby red blood. My whole desk had blood on it, and was dripping blood off the sides. I put pressure on the wound with my left hand, but it was ineffective. Within seconds, blood was oozing out of the corner of my left hand, and covering my top of my hand. I wasn't scared, not one bit. Actually, I was somewhat amused, but I wanted the bleeding to stop. I stood up to get to my teacher on the right side of the room, but when I stood up, I almost collapsed. It was very hard to stand up, and to walk. But when I did walk, I had to keep my balance on things around me. I got blood all over the objects, and grossed out a couple of my classmates. When I got to my teacher, no words were spoken. I just looked at him, and then left the room. The bell rang, and everyone ran out of the room. I somehow already had my materials, and headed for my locker instead of the nurse. I was still bleeding badly, and it was a pain to put up my books. When I was finished, instead of going to the nurse, I went to the library. There I saw another one of my friends, Dawson. He was looking for a Non Fiction book. I saw him go on the other side of the bookshelf, and say "Aha!" and get out a purple book. I looked down at my arm once again, and I saw that it had stopped bleeding. I let go of my arm and saw that my left hand had nothing on it but dry blood, and same thing for my right arm. I looked up at Dawson again, and saw that he was laughing at the book he had found and now opened. "How am I suppose to read this?!" He said while laughing. I didn't question him, but he turned the book to me and I saw that instead of words, it was braille. Although there were English words above the braille, I didn't say anything about them. I woke up after I thought about the English words.

February 28

Dream Fragment Non-lucid

I was staring at three types of hair styles. One was super long, and very spike, the second one was just like the previous, except for a lot shorter, and the first one was spiky but very short. "This one is too long, this one is too spiky, this one is just right." I said while looking at the pictures of the hair. Yeah...pretty random...

Dream Fragment Non-lucid

I don't remember exactly where I was, but I do think I was in a class room. I had "awoken" from a False Awakening, and I started thinking "How did I get here? This might be a dream...I should do a reality check to see if it is real..." So I try to push my finger through my palm. I applied great pressure, and thought that I felt it go through a little bit, but it failed and I thought that I was just imagining things. I decide to do one more: The nose plug trick. I plug my nose with two fingers, in a dream you will still be able to breath out of your nose, but it failed as well. "Oh well, must not be a dream" I said to myself.

March 1

Dream Non-lucid

I start the dream inside of my dad's truck. He was taking me to school. I was looking out of the window, watching the field that was beside of us pass by.The sky was an assortment of colors, making it beautiful. It was orange in the middle with dark blue on the outside, and lighter blue beside that with dots of green. I was thinking about dreams, ad I often do while riding to school. Dream Skip. I was in the 7th grade hallway with two other people I have never saw before. One of the boys, the farthest one from me, wasn't listening to the conversation that me and the other boy, the one close to me, were having. "So...you can be anything you want in your dreams? I have always wanted to see what it would be like to be a Khajiit." The boy closest to me said. I saw him close his eyes and concentrate on something. I guess he was just trying to turn into a Khajiit (obvious sign of me dreaming). I don't know why, but I felt compelled to try it as well. I closed my eyes, and imagined what the Khajiit version of myself would look like, and then I tried to place the features onto myself- inside of my head. I opened my eyes, and nothing had changed. I wasn't surprised because I thought it was reality. I looked over to where the boy I was having a conversation with was standing. He had left. The other boy was gone as well. "Oh well," I thought to myself, and headed to the bathroom. When I entered the bathroom, I saw two of my friends there. Kevin, a tall black-haired boy, and Craig, a tall red-headed boy. "Hey, Dakota," Kevin said. I just waved and went to the nearest urinal. Craig kept on battering me with questions, and finally Kevin said, "Leave him alone so he can take a piss!". I laughed at what he had said. I turned around from the urinal, and I saw some words on my right. I concentrated on what one of the words said; MPH. I took a step and beside the MPH appeared a number. "Cool, a real life HUD!" I thought, and then I woke up.

March 2

I was in the cloths section of walmart, just standing there. There were two guys beside me talking about Dragon Ball Z videogames. "I hate what the series has become," Said one of the guys. "Yeah, I do too." agreed the other guy. Next thing that I know, my dad is beside me. He told me to hold this box that was all black. On the box there was a picture of a PS3 and a Xbox 360. There was also some white writing on there. It also had a thin slip of clear paper that said, "Pull here for a chance to win more videogames!" and so I did. Underneath it was just black paint. "Ok..." I said to myself. I carried around the box with me, look at some cloths for some reason, until finally I sat down the box and opened it. Inside were two controllers on white foam, a xbox 360 wireless headset, and two rows of seven video games, but no consoles like the box said. I felt the box that was nearest to me, and surely enough, there was an xbox 360 there. I took out the games and started examining them. God of War, Fallout 3, all of the Dragon Ball Z video games, and some others that I can't remember. "What am I going to do with these things? I am a PC gamer, and I already have a Xbox that I don't play anymore. I guess I could sell these or something," I thought out loud. Some of the copies were Xbox 360, and others were for a PS3. "This this thing should have a PS3 if it came with PS3 games." I thought. So I felt beside of the xbox, and there was a PS3 there. I then woke up.

Those are my dreams to date. It feels good to be back on the right dreamviews.

Two more lucids! The first one was fun, the second one was really interesting but short. Since I've started telling myself to look for Linkzelda41 when going to bed I've also been adding in things like "I will remember my dreams." and "I will become lucid.", so I guess that means I'm not allowed to list them as DILDs anymore. Time to start working up my MILD counter.

#1 - Experimental Drugs [Non-Lucid]

This one was short, but interesting. My parents were going out to a party so I'd have the house to myself for the night, and my dad decided to synthesize some brand new psychedelics for me to try while they were gone. :O He managed to sneak me three different drugs, which were named "Kaomea", "Kaomea's lucid", and "carousel". My mom almost caught him doing it though and seemed suspicious for the rest of the dream, during which I was pretty much just waiting for them to leave. I remember that at least one of the drugs looked like a big rock covered in gemstones.... How am I supposed to take that?

#2 - Lucid Nature Walk [MILD]

I was at a store looking at Yu-Gi-Oh! cards with D and we meet up with some kid, and I don't remember why but they end up going outside to do a duel to the death (with guns, not a Yu-Gi-Oh! duel lol). The store is also a restaurant run by my old European history AP teacher, so I go over and pay her for the food (which I don't think we had any of...) and also a card I wanted to buy because it had a 5 at the end of one of its stats. :3 (I can't remember if it was ATK or DEF, but no monsters have stats like that.) I went out into the parking lot to watch their duel, and as they were talking I became lucid and the kid became this guy J who I haven't seen since around middle school. I take the card out of my pocket knowing it'll have changed to see what it is now, and it has a 2 at the end of its ATK stat and a 3 at the end of its DEF stat, and it's now an orange. The image on the card is literally just the inside of an orange, and the border of the card looked like the outside of an orange. I laugh and throw it down, and then tell D and J that I wish there were more DCs to talk to. There's a small forest on the edge of the parking lot, so I tell them we're going to go walk through a trail I see. I start yelling commands to become more lucid and have the dream be more vivid, but they kept coming out wrong and confusing me, like one I yelled was "I'm aware that I'm dreaming, but I do not have control." Though, after I said that one it kind of felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. I sat down on the dirt and squeezed it to feel it run through my fingers, it felt awesome. And then I had a great idea! I stripped naked and laid down in the dirt. I knew it was going to be terrible to do this, but I closed my eyes too. It was fun and felt so comfortable. When I opened my eyes I was in a false awakening (and still didn't do a RC! ) where I was still naked and walked into a room where N was sleeping and K was inviting him to go get frozen yogurt with him and S. I told them I'd be coming too as soon as I got dressed, and N started telling me about a dream he was having, then I woke up.

#3 - The Monkey Loop [MILD]

After school, D and I are in a cul-de-sac when my car breaks down and we don't have a spare tire. There are some kids goofing around there that don't like us at first but we bond in a weird way (though I don't remember exactly how) and we find a spare tire by the road, but it turns out to be a bike tire. I try calling my dad to come pick us up but my phone never works correctly or he doesn't answer his, and we eventually decide to call the cops as backup to get us home. In the meantime, we see a big house and D accidentally breaks through the front door somehow. That part is hazy. We go inside and I say oh snap, this is S's house! (Even if it was, which it wasn't, the following reaction doesn't make much sense.) We all ran out of the house trying to get away before the cops we called show up, and at some point a gigantic monkey had arrived for one of us to ride, and now a lion was arriving for the other. I grabbed the monkey's reins and jumped on his back and D jumped on the lion, and we said goodbye to the kids and rode off. Suddenly I was riding the monkey through my parents' bedroom, and I became lucid. We went straight from one end of the room to the other and walked through the mirror behind my parents' bed. As soon as we did it looped back to the other end of the room and we got stuck in this infinitely looping cycle. It was really intense at the time, and I started noticing that depending on how I focused my eyes, despite the fact that the mirror was not really in my line of sight, things would repeat infinitely. First I had my eyes focused near me and the monkey's skin and fur was growing closer and closer to me and I was afraid that the dream was going to end, so I focused my eyes away and saw my reflection below, I watched my face multiplying and getting further and further away. That caused the dream to end into a false awakening where D and I realized we had fallen asleep in study hall and school wasn't even over yet. That was quite a ride!

03.02.2012

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I slept for 4 hours from around 9PM-1AM, tried to do WBTB that lasted for 20 minutes, and I went to bed attempting a WILD, but failed.

I wake up around 6-7 AM I believe, didn't remember any dreams, then slept again around 8AM and woke up around 10:45 ish AM and remembered two vivid dreams.

Dream 1: College/University with Middle Age City Setting

I'm inside a house somewhere, and I see my mother and father. I think my mother asked if she wanted to go to groceries with us, apparently they're getting some stuff for some kind of party.

I respond to her that I would have to come with them anyway to help move the cart and pick up heavy stuff for her. She said I didn't have ot come if I didn't want to I believe, so I just head out the door.

The environment feels so compact, it feels like the type of city where you would know almost everyone because there is so little of them here. It had that home feel to it, it almost resembled the city of Flanoir in the Tales of Symphonia 1 & 2 series.



Except, it wasn't winter, it was average weather. I think I head outside a little more, and the place feels like the housing had that castle feel to it. I think I go up to a group of DCs to hear them talk about something probably related to college.

I think they were talking about how some girl is a junior in college, and how she would use some kind of notepad that would give her practice problems for exams in college, and how she would just get A's easily I believe.

After listening to them more, I think I move somewhere else. I think I wanted to take a few pictures of this area with my Blackberry Curve, but I didn't want to take it with people in it because I didn't want them to think I was being a creep.



The dream setting starts to gradually turn from day to night, and the whole environment has that middle-age century vibe to it. I feel more comfortable taking more pictures now, and some of them looked pretty nice to me. Some of them had a lot of lighting at dark, and then I was concerned about the flash on the Blackberry Curve.



I wanted to turn it off, and all I had to do apparently was simply press black button on the side of it, which made the images a little dark, but I didn't mind. I'm probably moving around some random area in this weird city that still feels like I'm in a college/university.

There's some route that looks abandoned, and I decide to go there, and it leads to this slightly dark area with a bunch of old stuff, but not too much. It was like going inside a cave or something like that.

I was afraid to go deeper in some parts, and I think someone was saying something that's bad about the area I'm in, and it was most likely just DCs outside that were talking. I try to peek to see what's on the other side of this dungeon/cave like area, and I think I end up going through it to see that it's just dark and nothing bad within it.

That's all I remember for that one.

Dream 2: Meeting Edward from Twilight in a Room?

I can't remember a lot of thing from this dream, but I'm inside a bedroom that has a little yellow-orange lighting to it.

Everything is first-person perspective for me, and it almost feels like I'm playing Half-Life 2 because I see some stuff like ammo, etc., and I simply walk over them and I hear that sound that your ammo was replenished.



I go around this room for a while, and I think I see Edward from Twilight in the room for a few seconds. I believe I was talking to him, but I'm not sure what exactly. I do know that I was looking under the bed of this room that seems to be have a girly setting to it.



I see more stuff underneath this bed and I'm surprised apparently, but I can't remember what was under there.

A couple of friends and I are in a haunted house.We are on a balcony area when one of my friends is grabbed by something invisible, and thrown into a small closet that's up there. I open the closet and she is bound by shackles and chains. We are told that the only way we can free her is if we go into the house, find a chainsaw, and saw her feet off. I look closely at what are supposed to be her feet and realize they are made of plastic. So I feel better knowing they are "fake" feet. The other girl and I enter the house. Immediately we are terrorized by spirits. I am dragged down a hallway by a woman who has sharp pointed teeth, and my friend is dragged another direction. I am able to break free and I run into a room and find my friend there as well. Apparently she escaped too. The room resembles the master bedroom at my parents' house. That's when we hear this terrible growling screaming noise that consumes the entire room. A window is open and wind blows into the room tossing papers and anything light up into the air. I grab a small rock I find on the ground and throw it at the window.

"Leave us the f**** alone!" I yell.

Nothing happens. In fact that only angers it even more. Now I am being shoved and tossed around like a rag doll by this invisible entity. I start screaming. It was actually very frightening.

At this point I realize I am dreaming. I call out to anything to help me get rid of this thing. I attempt to summon an angel to combat the evil ghost in my dream, but my attempt fails. Strangely enough though, everything stops for a moment and is calm. This is my chance. I run into the bathroom connected with the bedroom. There is an attic hatch on the ceiling. I try to envision it being a portal to another more friendly realm. I open it, and all I can see is water, hovering in place. I jump up inside and start swimming. Everything is dark and murky at first but gets lighter toward the top. When I surface, I am relieved to find I am in a much more welcoming dream. The landscape looks like a tropical fantasy island. Lots of green, with pieces of pink and purple foliage and plant life. Some areas are a bit pixelated like a video game would be. I try to stabilize it to make them more clear but that doesn't remove the pixelation. I decide to let that slide for now. I see a couple of tiny people swimming in the water near the shoreline. They remind me of realistic versions of anime chibi people - kind of like Kingdom Hearts.


Kind of like this except with bathing suits.

I swim to the shore and when i stand up I see a little black chibi boy with a small sun tattoo in the shape of a heart on his left cheek. Right before I start to introduce myself to him my roommate wakes me up from the hallway with a huge belch. I am thoroughly pissed.

I had a dream similar to this with the same creepy invisible ghost who bellows that god-awful unearthly scream in my room at night - a couple nights ago. It was short so I never actually bothered to record it on here. In that dream I could not escape, even though I had become lucid. I was paralyzed and physically incapable of moving out of my bed (or waking up for that matter). Eventually I did...but I have to wonder where this ghost is coming from in my subconscious. The next time it happens I think it would be interesting to confront it to ask what it represents.

I was heavily sedated on sleep meds, anti-histamines and wine. I am suprissed I had any recall at all. In one scene Rod Stewart was singing from stage directly to my wife. Another, we were on a Bus and the driver was in the back, not at the wheel. I managed to steer around obsticals by shifting my weight. Then we had made it to someones house, but my wife had migraine and wanted to go. We ended up on the wrong side of town and passed the local Kung-fu master, then said hi to an old friend who was outside a house. We finaly went in a house looking for another friend, and were told she was out back.
Really not an exciting night.

Now when I know a way for me to at least make an attempt to sleep consciously. I am going to share my progress until I succeed again so you can learn as well. I need to follow my progress, but I wont write down my dreams.

Attempt 1:

I do this every night, not sure if that's good or bad, I had an extreme headache one day and I thought that it was because of my attempts, but my dad is a dentist and he made a quick diagnosis and the root of the problem was that I was gnashing my teeh in my sleep. So that's good news in a way. I mean it's not the attempt that gave me the headache.

Falling asleep unconsciously is not the problem right now, which is a big relief. Nothing disturbs me more than doing an attempt and doze of and then have to wait an entire day to make a new attempt...
But no, now I doze off and allways manage to regain consciousnes and awareness.

The problem is actually me giving up, and I can never remember why! I just give up in the middle of it.
My dreams are still vivid so I remember them upon awakening, but I don't recall them anymore, just making sure that my memory is strong enough to remember if I get a lucid dream or not. But now I actually remember about 10 dream scenarios each night, just because it's so vivid. It's odd that I don't get lucid in those weird dreams though, it's almost like being schizophrenic, just observing the actions of another persons life without realising that it isn't real.

Last night I had a really long dream about me drowning, so it was pretty scary.

Anyhow for the sake of once again proove to me that entering a dream consciously or experiencing an obe is possible (without prior sleep) I am NOT going to give up this night's attempt!

At least I hope that I wont...

Some mornings I wake up and think man those dreams lat night were boring. I probably shouldn't have been bored by them because they weren't short on weirdness, but there was just nothing awesome about them, lol. I was so unimpressed by them I didn't bother taking any dream notes. Here's what I can remember off the top of my head.

Dream One (fragment): I spent the dream walking and driving on muddy roads. At one point someone else was with me and commenting on how there were big lumps of hard dirt on top of the mud. I tell him that someone put those there trying to control the mud. I don't know why the lumps are so hard, they seem unnatural and make it impossible to get over without an SUV. Lucky the dream turned my little car into an SUV!

Dream Two (Fragment): I was inside a cell shaded Zelda Game. Probably wind waker since it's the only one I've actually played. I'm trying to get into this cave, and I remember equipping the zoran tunic so I could swim under water and then realizing I don't have the iron boots. It's ok, I manage to stand on the bottom of the lake anyways and read something about playing a tune. I climb out of the lake and am looking into a big cave that I decide is the last temple. I realize that if I don't have the iron boots then I haven't done the goron lands yet, so I decide I can't go into this last temple until I do. I notice some arrows and hookshot targets ahead, I know I don't have those either so I can't advance. I turn to leave, but there's someone standing there. He tells me I shouldn't be here, it isn't safe. I'm me again, not link. The person turns to walk away. I start to follow him thinking wait, he's important somehow. I wake up.

Dream Three: I'm at the lake sitting on the pier/dock. There's someone on a jet ski in front of me. He has a pretty accent of some kind, I just naturally assume he's my moms friend in Scotland that I've never met but looking back he wasn't old so it probably wasn't. He tells me to go back inside the cabin. I tell him I want to stay on the dock. He looks to the right down towards the damn, then looks worried. He looks at me again and says, "I don't want to talk to you anymore." Suddenly I'm really upset, I want to stay and keep talking. I get mad and yell at him, "Well fine! I don't want to talk to you anymore either! Get lost!" He smiles a bitter smile, starts the jet ski and starts going down the river towards the damn. I stomp off towards the cabin. On the hill that leads up to it, there's an elegant white horse, if memory serves me right it had a horn as well, so a unicorn not a horse. I stop as I walk by to pet it and rub my head against it's neck. It wraps it's head around me kind of like a hug and rubs me with it's head reassuringly, and I feel a good deal better. I feel like everything's ok, and I start walking back up to the cabin. I get inside the cabin and my husband is pointing to a tiny cage with lots of bird packed into it. He tells me my cousins left it for me. They heard I was good with Animals and hoped I could take care of them for a while. I shrug and say lets put them in a bigger cage, this one's too small for that many birds. We set the smaller cage inside a bigger one, then I go out onto the sun porch of the cabin. I hear a lot of ruckus out on the lake, and look out to see whats going on. I see the person on the jet ski from before, he's chasing several black jet skis. He's shouting at them that he has something, and they turn on him. He turns the jet ski so fast it spins in place and I wonder if he's going to roll it, but then he takes off down the lake back towards the damn again with the black jet skis in hot pursuit. I suddenly think to myself that I should lock the door because something bad is trying to get in. I lock all the doors, and yell at my neighbors kid who is in the yard to go home before something bad happens. I rush back to the bedroom to check on the birds and my husband. The birds haven't left the small cage, and I realize we forgot to open it when we put it in the bigger cage. I tell my husband to help me I'm going to open it and hope none of the birds escape. He holds the big cage open for me while I open the big cage. Several of the bigger birds get out and we have to chase them around the room. I'm afraid they're going to bite me, but they're very well behaved. I catch one by telling him to step up, and the other one lands on my finger in mid air. We put them in the big cage with the others, and I heard a phone. I go to look and it's not mine. I decide it's my cousins girl friends phone and she must have forgotten it when they dropped the birds off. I look back at the birds and they've turned into fat multicolored babies with feathers and wings instead of arms. I briefly think I'd like to keep them, I miss having babies in the house, then my husband jokes that we just got rid of my brothers bird and Grandma is not going to be happy if we bring home more. I nod, and then wake up. Pretty sure those multi-colored babies are a direct result of getting our My Little Pony Babies in the mail yesterday I can only assume the birds turned into them because two if those pony babies are Pegasus ponies, lol. I'm feeling pretty lucky though that this dream didn't turn into a night mare, there were a few times when it could have, but I managed to avoid it somehow.

Dream Fragment (???): I dreamed I was playing the Skylanders game my son got for his birthday with him. I have no clue what point of the night this occurred, probably early since it was a rehash of the previous days events.

Basically, since the hack I haven't been on DV that much and started a real life DJ. So I won't be updating my DV DJ that much maybe the best one of the week that I wanna share with you lot.

I'm gonna stay on DV though in case I need tips on getting lucid which I really do.

So,

In which we cook a salamander...

My mom is cooking a three foot long, fat salamander on a flat iron skillet. It was supposed to have been double pithed before the frying began, but the salamander keeps twitching violently and trying to run off the hot surface. She grabs it by its tail, flips it over and starts cooking it on the other side. It struggles to get off the skillet and makes a horrible sound.

My uncle A and I are standing in the kitchen. "I don't think it's brain dead," I tell her.

"It's just reflexes. Like when you chop the head off a snake," she answers.

But we're not so sure. The thing looks like it is suffering terribly. I imagine being slowly fried on a skillet, first belly down then back down.

"We're all going to hell," I tell them.


In which I fall into a river...

My uncle A and I are walking along a roaring river through a national forest. I slip and fall into the water. For a while, I tumble over rocks and alternately submerge completely under the water then bob up again for air. The river bends, and it is shallow enough that I'm able to ride the current into a flat faced rock wall. I grab hold of a few protrusions and shout at a man on top for help. He pulls me up, and I feel incompetent that I wasn't able to scale the wall.

From the top, I look down again and see that my uncle A has also jumped into the river after me. The man who rescued me and I run along the bank until A manages to grab hold of a big boulder in another section of the river. We are able to reach him and pull him over some rocks back to land. But in the process, he pulls a muscle in his leg and can't walk easily.

We stumble back to the cabin, but I know that our vacation is now ruined.

In which I meet some friends and their dog...

There was a lot to do with dogs and an adventure, but all I remember is that at some point I was sitting in a hut on a trail when a family with a dog entered. There was a grandmother, a mother and a toddler with a pit bull. I heard the grandmother call the toddler "A--" and I realized that the little girl was the daughter of a friend of mine. I asked if the dog's name was "P---" and they said it was. Then I asked where the little girl's parents were. Turns out these people were her aunt and grandmother. It didn't make much sense to me because I'd met the girl's grandmother and this woman was not her, but people have complicated family networks so I let it go.

At some point, the girl's father (my friend EP) walked in with a couple of German shephers. I had Lucy with me, and we started talking about something important. The whole feeling was somber.

I had a lot of dreams last night that I can't remember.

Last night I had a dream that I was in a 20 person bank robbery for the final amount of hopefully $1,000,000. The reason for this was that we were trying to stabilize orphanages in the area. One of the characters, who reminded me of Drew Bailey, had taken on leadership for our team without much resistance. He was a strong guy. I'm a support, not a leader.

We had already gotten control of the money and now had hostages. We were trying to find a way back outwards of the bank.

He provided cases of weapons. I took a large one handed revolver, some sort of weird sci-fi automatic energy rifle (that did exactly nothing to everyone), and an RPG. As we went up the first stair case, there were some glass doors with police cars lined up outside. The leader-guy looked at me and said, “Are you ready for the first strike?”

He threw open the door and I jumped back and shot the rocket launcher out, but it went over the cars and passed them, and he slammed the door and shook his head. I was going to have to do better than that if we wanted to win this.

We headed to the right into a lobby, where we proceeded to look for places to settle in. A few times we pushed the police back and off the property with our various weapons. Among our team were some different people. A tenacious, ginger Irish girl with many freckles, that aforementioned leader-character, and even Brooks. There seemed to be someone of every nationality in the dream.

As we pushed back the police, I began to run out of ammo and ran back to get some more from the cases and bring back to everybody. As I ran a girl called to me, “Hey!”

I kept running and didn't take note of her other than the fact that she had blonde hair and blue eyes. After a bit I came back and continued into the fray.

At one part the Irish girl took some of the people with her down some stairs and later came back up hoping to regroup in the main room. About this time, a super muscular guy came in through the front door. Many shots were fired and his body mass deflected them. Suddenly, I said aloud, “Let's confuse him!”

I meant by scrambling about the room looking for hiding spots. Unfortunately, as soon as I did this, a blue glow began emanating from the man's head. He was reading our minds.

I immediately said to the person beside me, “Let's think opposite things!”

“Why?” he replied.

I looked at him severely, “I don't know! It always works in comics!”

We began to think about all kinds of things, but none of them the opposite. Small mammals and cakes. Watermelon. The man just stared at us and took in all that we thought of. At one point, the other guy thought of some 80's song that at one point said, “Lay down. . .” and I thought of that metal song, “Lay Down” that I heard in Guitar Hero III that one time.

So I thought of that song, and before long our villain was singing loudly and listening to everything we thought of, and so I thought he should now go and give every person in the world a hand-shake. He promptly set out to doing this and began shaking the hands of the police in the crowd.

We had a small break, and the civilians had now begun to form a wall. There was a wall of police who had now simply given up, waiting for the next big baddy, and then a wall of civilians in the grass. Our intention was to show the police that if they wanted to leave, they may. But they did not. They believed in our cause.

Then there was us, behind the civilians.

After a bit, a short German woman came riding up the hill, with slick black hair. She spoke with a heavy German accent and was riding along on a small motorized vehicle beside a big black box. We crouched and prepared, and took aim. She raised her hand and said, “Relax. It's one of your own skins.”

She opened the box and inside lay the ginger-headed Irish girl. I remained skeptical at a distance, while the others crowded to say things to her. That same blonde haired girl looked at me from the box and turned to our leader and said, “Look at him. He doesn't even care. He's a traitor. If he hadn't run away earlier, this wouldn't have happened.”

He looked back at her and replied, harshly, “He didn't run away. He ran to get ammo. Earlier, when you ran out of ammo and I tossed you a mag when that SWAT fella was right on top of you? That mag came from him. He resupplied us.”

She looked at me, ever watchful and ever doubtful of my intentions. The German lady still watched with an maudlin stare. I wondered what she was up to, but the girl asked me to at least come say a few words to the Irish girl. So I walked over, looked at the German woman, and then put my hand down on the Irish girl's head from above, and then down to her shoulder. “You were brave. You did what you had to do, and you didn't give up. You died for this cause, and that death won't be pointless. We'll win this for yo-” and at this point, the ginger's green eyes began to flutter.

I looked at the German lady, and she immediately pull out a knife and began swinging towards me, and I jumped away from the first one. As she came around for a second glance, the knife was shot out of her hand and her hand began to bleed. She screamed and looked at us, admitting loudly that she wasn't here to get us. She was a policewoman who had been set up to this. She didn't really believe we were evil. She was just doing her job.

We pulled her from her vehicle and placed her among the civilians where she began to cry, quietly. One of the other civilians tried to talk to her. Once she sat down, the Irish girl sat up. She was completely naked at this point, for some reason. I was sitting on the curb and looked towards her to see this, then quickly away and started conversation with the person to my right, attempting to just pretend I hadn't just learned of the Irish girl's clear disclosure policy.

After a bit of sitting around doing nothing, I found myself in a conversation with an African American man in his mid 30's, and he was with his small daughter of maybe 4. The man was sitting on the back of a truck, leaning against the door-flap, and playing with his daughter. She was on the ground below.

He said, “Honey, what was that thing you always got at McDonalds you never wanted me to tell anyone?” and he smiled. I knew that he was just playing around with her to help relieve the fact that it was such a stressful time.

She shook her head and smiled back?

He continued, “What was it? Come on, let's tell the nice people! They'll think it's funny!”

She giggled and still shook her head.

About this time, another African American man in the background came by standing in a Volkswagen sort of van, and he had a woman with him. He was waving to us and the civilians and I got the impression he was some big celebrity. He had this huge white grin and these huge white sunglasses. I figured he might just be passing by to try and cool tensions. He was much loved, so maybe we would all calm if we saw someone we trusted.

As he passed, time began to slow down. I saw it coming and didn't have time to react. He reached below him and pulled out a pistol, and when he raised up, shot the father playing with his daughter directly in the back. Blood flew out and the daughter screamed, and I grabbed her and placed her back a bit and went over to help the father. I tried to talk to him, but he was gone before I got there. I figured maybe the shot went through something pretty important, but I'm no medical expert.

I ran over and grabbed the cart that the before unconscious Irish girl was in and pushed it towards the van that had now stopped. I pushed it while leaning on it with my elbow and occasionally raised up for a few shots and hid back down. The man now pulled out a machine gun and was mowing down my cart, while I hid behind it and pushed towards him.

As I got close to the cart, I dropped to the ground and crawled around to the side door. I shoved it open and jumped in, then went through another door towards the front. Directly after, the girl who was present raised a gun and started to shoot back, and I immediately shot her between the eyes and killed her. She slumped over into the celebrity man's arms. He looked at me daftly. “Did you just shoot her?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“She was a hostage!”

I cringed even though I had immediate aim on the man.

“Now that's funny.” he said, with a golden tooth showing through in his smile.

He raised up and smacked my pistol to the side and I backed through the door as a shot was fired through it. I went to the edge and hung out the side of the van by an arm as shots came through, then reached back in and fired back a few rounds.

That's when I woke up. And it was getting so interesting, too!

03/01/2012 - 23:57 PM


I'ts really hot in my room, the air is thick and sweating is just a natural consequence of being in there. Curiously, i cant sleep so well, probably im too tired to try.

First, i keep repeating those mantric words in my head: "i will wake up after every dream", just to focus my mind in what sould i do.

Honestly, i didn't knew what the f*** i was trying to do. Though, it was a WILD.


03/02/2012 - ??:?? AM


I'm not sweating,
but it itches everywhere as my patience goes down the sink.
It is a REAL mess, like i'm already laid down for a half hour straight and a tiny-weenie fly shatters all my hard work.

After three consecutive failures, i change my position and promise myself i will do a reality check in my dream.

---A little perspective of the Dream---

There is this...Gap. I can't tell precisely where i did the RC, but i did; Yet the dream was the most unstable thing i've ever dreamed of, perhaps the cause was the combination of hours in front of the PC, plus the tiredness and the fact that i woke up late for work and couldn't write anything down in my physical journal.
I swear i tried to write it down, but it was just a waste, i was in hurry and "relax and remember" were a joke at the moment.

Now, to the mistery, what was going on...My dream

---Inside the Dream---

~It came to life.

A gigantic-big-as-hell-mostruous-gigantic train.

The railroad, was made of Jacarandá and Gold
My friend Roberta and i was inside the room.
The day is bright, the sky is blue, yet in her eyes i can see the insecurity of this situation.
As always, she wants sex. Nothing personal, i'm a love deity in this world after all.
I look at my fingers, they are blurry.
"Maybe i'm a little drunk, thats all"
Theres a big clock in the room. It's past 5.
Theres a big sun in the sky. It's 1 PM.
"Oh" i said.
Theres a big clock in the room. It's 1 o'clock
The sun vanished. The world is in full darkness.
That was just me, trying my powers. Now that im almighty.
The train now is a castle, there is lots and lots and lots of masonic symbolism.
There is another girl, Glenda. I rush to take her
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03/02/2012 - 07:26 AM

Mom: "You are late"

My dream was lost.Forever.

Short fragment. I remember being at a speech and debate tournament. Right after the first round, the time was 11:50 PM. I panicked because it was so late. And we still had another round to do. It was surprisingly only a little dark outside. There was this platform suspended in the air to get to the second round. We had to walk out and turn on the first staircase. I went to the second to see if my mum was here. I was told to go back to the first staircase. I accidentally went up the second one. D:

I was standing in a hallway facing 2 doors and an archway to another hallway. Just at that time, a woman came out of the leftmost door and walked into the middle. People followed behind her dressed in medieval clothing. She shouted, "Okay, party's over!" All of the people dressed up walked to the right door with sad looks on their faces.

I remembered 2 dreams last night. In the first dream, there is a father and a daughter, and I am observing them. They are brunettes, the daughter is in her 20s I would guess and the father appears in his 50s or 60s. He is very tall and thin, and has a receding hair line. It is the daughter's birthday, and for her birthday the father has a special surprise. He says he is going to take her somewhere and show her what her present is. He leads her into a miniature passenger airplane. It is unlike a normal plane in that it is very tall and wide, but also very short. The passenger area, which is empty, is a big dome and it has a bench on the side and a big circular thing in the middle but I am unsure what the thing is for, just that it is not for the passengers. The daughter and father are in the cockpit and the father is flying the plane, they go over the ocean to some other country, and the daughter is very excited to go there and enjoys the ride very much. Along the way, the father asks her what she thinks of the plane. She is smart and notices several safety flaws in the design, and says that the plane is not designed to last and will probably malfunction after only a few flights. The father is upset by this news as the plane was her gift. He says as much and she seems a bit upset by the news, since she really needed a regular car to get around, she says it won't be any good for this and so the father says he will try and return the airplane. They fly back home and the father goes to a shop, it's dirty and small much like a mechanic's shop and he finds a short man, with short black hair and tells him that the airplane is not working well and that it did not go very far, the man replies that he saw the tracker going over California so surely it must have been working just fine. The daughter walks in and mentions the country they went to, which only makes the father's case worse of course, so he is unable to return the plane.

In the other dream, I am looking into my mouth, from the perspective of the back of my mouth (as though I had eyes back in my throat). I examine a spot that is bothering me on the left side and I find some bright green film growing on my gumline, I am able to move the tissue to see more deeply and I find even more green film along the bottom of my mouth. I then notice some bright blue film in the front left side of my mouth also growing, this is covering a lot of my gums and teeth and I realize that the entire side of my mouth is completely covered in either blue or green. When I see this I decide i need to see a dentist immediately. Shortly after this, I wake up.

I AM CURSON. I AM PURSAN.

I am in a great cavern riding around an abyss screaming at demon worshippers. I am riding on Jo, my astral pet, a great black beast. I have the head of a lion, and Psyborg, the Horn of Curson, and my Whipsnake.